I am new here. This is my first story, It is not my personal experience, it happened to my maternal grandpa in 1980's when my mom was a child.
Coming to my story, first I want to narrate about my maternal grandpa's locality. It is a very small area of Amritsar district in Punjab. Our locality is near a river bank and there is a huge and famous temple of Pir Baba (Muslim god), a few miles away from the entry gate of our locality which is worshiped by people of all religions. It is compulsory for all passersby to just pray once there before entering the locality road (especially during night time).
Now, once my maternal grandpa was out of station and he was to return late at night. He was in hurry as it was already midnight. He was on his bicycle, I want to mention that during those days people were not very rich. A common vehicle for travelling was bicycle, so my grandpa was travelling on his old bicycle. He was in hurry as my grandma and children were alone at home. In that hurry he forgot to notice that temple and crossed before praying there.
Suddenly, as he moved few meters away, he saw a big white goat sitting on the mid of the road. He gave bell but it didn't move so he crossed it, but again he saw the same goat moving just before him. He got scared and gave it bell but it was moving just before him then he sped his bicycle and took a relief. He saw back and got horrified to see that the goat changed into cow and it started running after him. He, with a sake of his life, sped up his cycle as fast as he could, but suddenly he saw the same cow just before him. It was watching him angrily. He became totally blank with fear and stopped his bicycle. He noticed that the cow changed into a horribly looking ugly woman.
He got terrified and closed his eyes and started thinking, "Why is it happening to me?" Then he remembered that he forgot to pray at the Pir Baba's temple. As he remembered that he opened his eye and saw the woman changed into white light. That white light moved towards the temple. My grandpa also followed it and reached to the temple prayed to the Pir Baba and apologised for his mistake. Now he again to took his bicycle and moved towards his home but this time he reached home safely.
On next morning my grandpa told about his experience to everybody in the locality. From that day until today no one forgets to visit and pray in that temple. Sorry if the story was very long.